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I have a Plethora of Boys now. Recently, it seems, that a large quantity of nice boys have come along my way... but none of them seem to stay. I want the ones I can't have.
They are all military men, with the clean shaven faces and lean bodies. Clean cut boys, with dressy uniforms. Their freshly pressed dress blues make me blue to see them leave:
England, Iraq, San Diego, and Albania.
Airforce, Army, Navy, Marines.
I just need one from the Coast Guard and I'll have one of each, from each branch... except the National Gaurd, but no one really likes them anyway because of the incident and Kent.
I only pine for two of them still, but that's more than enough. Choosing between them, is incredibly tough. James is in the Marines, and we had a whirlwind weekend romance. Michael is in the Air Force, and I just don't know where he stands, with his feelings for me, but we've been friends for years and so I can only hope he feels something like I do.
But James is a hopeless romantic, and I never really cared for romance, but he just is so adorable, like a great big teddy bear.
Michael can make me laugh at the drop of a hat, but I don't think he should drop it because it may get dirty, and them someone will have a dirty hat covering their hair. Everybody hates that.
Everybody likes candy though, and that's kind of what both of those boys are like. Sweet like candy. One peice is nice, more candy is great, but sometimes too many will give you a head ache! I wish boys were like candy, so you could have several different kinds, and maybe stash them in your room so your parents don't find out that you have some after you go to bed. But then I still wouldn't know which one to choose, and sometimes mixing candy doesn't always work out too well. Like Sweettarts and Snickers... I don't think those would go very well together. But maybe I shouldn't worry about mixing boys together but rather mixing me and boys together.
I don't understand boys and I don't think they understand me all that well either. Especially these nice ones that I don't want to ignore. You see, first there were all these unnattractive boys knocking at my door. And alot of them I could tell, they just wanted to score. So I could ignore them, and out of despair, I started to hang around boys that were in a catagory of mediocrity. Now they are all calling me, and I can't get them to leave me alone. So I've learned to ignore ringing, and today I missed my phone. It was ringing and it was James. I missed his call, I was driving home from class. It's nice to know that he is thinking about me, and that the weekend wasn't just a passing moment.
He looked at me with this perfect blend of patience and passion. When I took the step to kiss him, I didn't really think I'd end up missing him. It was just a weekend fling to me at first, but I guess spring came early and love was in the air. He really had a certain flaire to him, so maybe I'll stand by him, since I know he cares and he shows it. All of our friends know it too, because he told them already. It's like I was the last to know that he was serious, but maybe it's just that I didn't want to admit it. Even if nothing becomes of this, it was all still worth it.
Boys... I just don't get it.
 Rinimarie · Thu Dec 02, 2004 @ 02:18am · 4 Comments |
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